Am I Made of Paper? 

Am I made of paper  

Am I made of vapor 

Cause I seem to wound so easily 

While being indestructible at the same time 

Am I made of lead paint a bulletproof Picasso? 

Never able to be killed just deforming with the stones and arrows shot my way 

I’m covered in scars and trauma 

But still, I go on and on 

Like the energizer bunny 

I don’t stop 

Like an idea immortalized in a book 

Banned though it may be 

There is no stopping me 

I’ve been made and unmade but still I continue on 

Was I always this way 

No, I used to care about the words thrown my way  

And tear like a paper target at a gun range 

They used to hurt and deform my view of myself 

But then I stopped caring about them 

Now I’m a lead paint bulletproof Picasso hanging on the shooting range  

Taking all the hits and deforming but never breaking 

I’m not made of vapor or paper anymore 

I’m the dueling tree on the gun range indestructible 

Receiving potshots from the ether 

But never surrendering 

Screaming into the void that the opinions of others don’t matter 

The only opinions that matter is those of the ones you love 

Everyone else’s opinion isn’t worth anything 

Become a lead paint bulletproof Picasso with me.